The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Page 127
... Goths that I know of , not till after the translation of the empire , I mean to Byzantium , and yet the scene of our play is laid at Rome , and Saturninus is elected to the empire at the capitol . THEOBALD . All the editors and critics ...
... Goths that I know of , not till after the translation of the empire , I mean to Byzantium , and yet the scene of our play is laid at Rome , and Saturninus is elected to the empire at the capitol . THEOBALD . All the editors and critics ...
Page 130
... Goths , and Romans . TAMORA , Queen of the Goths . LAVINIA , Daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a black Child . Kinsmen of Titus , Senators , Tribunes , Officers , Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE , Rome ; and the Country ...
... Goths , and Romans . TAMORA , Queen of the Goths . LAVINIA , Daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a black Child . Kinsmen of Titus , Senators , Tribunes , Officers , Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE , Rome ; and the Country ...
Page 132
... Goths ; That , with his sons , a terror to our foes , Hath yok'd a nation strong , train'd up in arms . Ten years are spent , since first he undertook This cause of Rome , and chastised with arms Our enemies ' pride : Five times he hath ...
... Goths ; That , with his sons , a terror to our foes , Hath yok'd a nation strong , train'd up in arms . Ten years are spent , since first he undertook This cause of Rome , and chastised with arms Our enemies ' pride : Five times he hath ...
Page 134
... Goths , prisoners ; soldiers and people , fol- lowing . The bearers set down the coffin , and TITUS speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark , that hath discharg'd her fraught , Returns with ...
... Goths , prisoners ; soldiers and people , fol- lowing . The bearers set down the coffin , and TITUS speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark , that hath discharg'd her fraught , Returns with ...
Page 135
... Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword . Titus , unkind , and careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy sons , unburied yet , To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ? — Make way to lay them by their brethren . [ The tomb is ...
... Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword . Titus , unkind , and careless of thine own , Why suffer'st thou thy sons , unburied yet , To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx ? — Make way to lay them by their brethren . [ The tomb is ...
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Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Apem Apemantus Athens Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon daughter dead death deed DEMETRIUS Dionyza dost thou doth emperor empress Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feast Fish Flav fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths Gower grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honest honour JOHNSON king knight lady Lavinia live look lord Timon lordship Lucius Lucullus Lychorida Lysimachus Marcus Marina mistress Mitylene musick ne'er never noble Pain Pentapolis Pericles Phrynia Poet pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen revenge Rome Rome's Saturninus SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Simonides sons sorrow speak STEEVENS sweet Tamora tears tell Thai Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thou art thou hast thyself TIMON OF ATHENS TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribune Tyre unto villain weep would'st
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Page 71 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
Page 87 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief ; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Page 101 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.